The Ash Tree Is Weeping I Said To My God Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

who else can I talk to about the clouds

about the reasons saints felt clouded over

though the sun within their heart


still shone from the ikon in the corner

in the Cinderella corner, shards of the golden ash

the ash trees weeps in the picture


and I have bound fast the pictures of your Heart

though they came out dim

dim are their rainbows


not their promise

who can I tell what I have found

in the grey edges of the world dissolving


the borderlands as they used to be called

your light neglected the gold of my soul

gathered not even as trash


and in the gutters of the page

where last my heart bled

the space


the miracle

where multitudes are fed


mary angela douglas 19 october 2018